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Saturday, 21 April 2012

The beautiful people. And me.

I have been kvetching
to a friend about my life, which is pathetic because it’s actually a pretty
good life. Being a good friend she’s gone: oy vey. . . and understood.

One of my kvetching
is about yoga. Having done awesome Sivananda yoga in Bali I’ve come home and
Bikram, sadly, is no longer going to cut it. So I stopped whining about not
having a yoga studio to go to and
dropped in on a new class this afternoon. (I had to drive 45 minutes to get there as most yoga studios are apparently in the inner city, not that I'm complaining about that at all.)

It was good,
very good. Until we got to handstands.

I cannot do
handstands. (I told you I wasn’t sporty.)

The gorgeous
girl beside me could - perfect handstands. And her partner too. The beautiful
people. It would have been much easier if they were all snotty and superior and
easy to hate. But they weren’t. They were lovely.

I ended up
working with them and they were gracious and friendly. And apparently just made
for each other. (No, I am not even the tiniest bit envious . . . it’s not like
I’m looking for anything that resembles their relationship, or anything like
that. At all.)

This did not
help my general level of kvetchiness (That’s probably not a word- even a
Yiddish word.) as usually I count being good at yoga as one of my talents.
Today that was shown not to be so true by the beautiful people - they were
younger than me, attractive, thinner than me, and better at yoga than me.

Ah well. I came
home and consoled myself with chocolate.

And realized I
might actually have another talent.

Yesterday I saw
my very pregnant friend- 41 weeks. I’m surprised she doesn’t fall over when she
walks. She’d been doing everything she could to induce labour: drinking herbs,
shiatsu, acupuncture etc. I had morning tea with her and as I left whispered to
her tummy: It’s time to come out now.

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Blogging my proclivities gives me a chance to feel more normal. . .or at least pretend. . . and do a sort of on-line confession. It's very good for the soul of this 40+ single woman, and everyone's soul can do with a little nurturing!